to let God know some things you don't."

The Little Lone One

I sometimes think if an angel were to wing its way to heaven, and tell
them that there was one little child here on earth--it might be a
shoeless, coatless street Arab--with no one to lead it to the cross of
Christ, and if God were to call the angels round His throne and ask
them to go and spend--aye, fifty years, in teaching that child, there
would not be an angel in heaven but would respond gladly to the
appeal. We should see even Gabriel saying, "Let me go and win that
soul to Christ." We should see Paul buckling on his old armor again,
and saying, "Let me go back again to earth, that I may have the joy
of leading that little one to his Saviour."

Ah! we need rousing; there is too much apathy amongst professing
Christians. Let us pray God that He may send His Holy Spirit to
inspire us with fresh energy and zeal to do His work.

Doubting Castle

It is the privilege of every child of God to know that he is saved,
and yet I find ever so many people living in Doubting Castle. Why, it
is _salvation by doubts_ nowadays, instead of _by faith;_ there are so
few that dare to say, "I know that my Redeemer liveth; I know in whom
I have believed." We find most Christians nowadays shivering and
trembling from head to foot--they do not know whether they are saved
or not.

Faith

Bishop Ryle has very well likened faith to a root whose flower is
assurance. To have the latter, he says, it is necessary that there
must first be the hidden source of faith.

Faith is the simplest and most universal experience in the world. Call
it by whatever name you may, confidence, trust, or belief, it is
inseparable from the human race. The first sign of a dawning
intelligence in the mind is the exercise of the infant's faith toward
those it knows, and its fear toward those it does not know. We cannot
even remember when we first began to have faith.

Confessing Christ at Home

I was preaching in Chicago to a hall full of women one Sunday
afternoon, and after the meeting was over a lady came to me and said
she wanted to talk to me. She said she would accept Christ, and after
some conversation she went home. I looked for her for a whole week,
but didn't see her until the following Sunday afternoon. She came and
sat down right in front of me, and her face had such a sad expression.
She seemed to have entered into the misery, instead of the joy, of the
Lord.

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